There are times in our lives when it appears that we are the only one paying attention to us…When even we do not feel worthy of our own scrutiny. It is an exceedingly low, incorrect place.A place of error…a place of misplaced self-judgment. Because most of the time,, there is someone, some one person, just waiting to love us ,as we are. But first…first…we must look up and engage the incoming love. And when the hand is offered, we can settle our shoulders under it and be at home. whatever home might mean…good to see new work from you. Like the contrast of the lights and darks; the puddles and the dry, i\the isolation and the connections….And in the top right window, I see another human watching….

Self-judgement is most often in error, isn’t it Sass? We over or under estimate our value by comparison with others. And the longer it goes on the more ureachable we become until we believe there is no one there for us. And yes I see the figure in the top right window… perhaps looking down… perhaps not.Thank you for leaving your words here, I appreciate yu\our considered comments always.

Do I see the hint of a mobile phone screen in hand? Maybe there’s actually a deep philosophical conversation going on via text to someone who isn’t so distant after all. Or maybe they’re playing solitaire. Beautifully spotted and framed Rhoufi.

He’s watching the footy for free and experiencing the atmosphere from Etihad Stadium live. Like we used to do in Europe – sit outside a restaurant eating bread, salami and cheese while breathing in the aromas of duck l’orange from the kitchen! Hey, we only had 25 francs to spend each day, what do you expect?